The Cannibal (Nr. 23)

alwayswillgraham:

aironthesand:

“Mr. Verger doesn’t need to know anything about how I go about getting results, in fact that is one of my terms with all my clients. So you don’t have to worry about me revealing your involvement.”

Red watched the man for a moment, reading him to the best of his ability.

“As for my business with “Hannibal” as you call him. The man is known for his unorthodox therapy methods. I would like to retrieve some memory matter that was blocked. A friend of mine may be in grave danger without those memories. So as you see, nothing too unsavoury.“

“That allays most of my initial fears and worries,” Will was visibly relieved, if subtly. “leaving room to usher in my secondary ones. Are you worried Dr. Lecter will see you as a target?” Because Will would not promise his services as a bodyguard, even if his intentions were entirely noble. As they weren’t, better learn as much as he could about Reddington’s personal protection.

As Will called him? Will paused mid-sip. When had he started referring to the doctor by his first name so casually? He set his drink down.

“I believe him to be someone who enjoys destruction as a form of creation. Breaking elements down before rebuilding them. I can see him extending this philosophy to uncovering memories,” Will mused. “if he wants to. If he can gain from it, even if it’s just entertainment.”

Reddington was not the sort of man who worried much.
“From what I’ve heard Lecter has an aversion to rudeness. I’ve learned a little politeness goes a long way. I doubt he’ll see me as a target. If he does I can protect myself. If not…”

Red shrugged elaborately.
“I knew the risk when I took the job.”